Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gabon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.